Chapter 1680 - 1681: Villain Logic
"The wind is tight, let's get out of here, the experts are coming. Run!"
Yang Fei didn't hesitate, turned around, and sprinted away decisively.
A bunch of Evil Dragon Scoundrels always advanced and retreated together with Yang Fei.
When they had the upper hand, they pursued relentlessly, never stopping until the enemy was down, always taking advantage.
However, when faced with real experts, these guys fled faster than anyone else.
They rolled and crawled in all sorts of awkward and ridiculous postures, yet somehow managed to evade the fiercest enemy pursuit.
Fujino Jonin stood steady, sneering coldly.
"Only now think of running away, isn't it too late?"
Boom!
He had just finished speaking when suddenly a fierce explosion occurred in the direction Yang Fei was retreating.
A huge wave of sand and dust was swept up and spread around.
Fujino Jonin and others had to cover their faces and eyes, retreating backward.
Seeing this, Fujino instantly knew it must have been because they hadn't cleared all the mines.
Some unlucky guy must have stepped on one while fleeing, leading to the explosion.
After the explosion, all the enemies who were desperately running were scattered across the ground.
Everyone was blown apart, blood and flesh everywhere.
Some had blood all over their bodies and faces, others were lying on the ground unconscious, looking miserable.
This situation was unexpected for Fujino Jonin.
He laughed coldly.
"Even if I don't kill you, you can't escape. This is what they call judgment from the Sky Net, truly inescapable."
More than a dozen ninjas behind the merchant exchanged bewildered glances.
Even they hadn't anticipated such an accident.
Fujino waved his hand: "Go check. No matter if they're dead or not, finish them with one blade."
Over a dozen ninjas bowed together: "Yes!"
The dozen ninja figures looked like ghosts as they checked each fallen enemy on the ground.
Leading the group, one guy with half his face covered in blood, was lying in the nine o'clock direction.
This guy was less than a hundred meters from Fujino Jonin, with a distinctly marked Big Beard, the leader of this armed group.
Fujino Jonin's lips curled into a sinister smile.
"You can consider yourself a hero, let me personally send you off."
He walked slowly toward that person.
Yang Fei lay on the ground, eyes closed tightly.
At the same time, he activated Turtle Extreme, slowing his heartbeat and blood flow to appear more like a corpse.
The other side had deployed such a powerful expert just to kill him.
Being the master of playing dead, if he didn't take advantage of the opportunity and strike, how could he honor his ancestors?
The mine explosion was actually something Yang Fei had improvised while fleeing.
The powerful steel balls had been removed from the mine, and half of the gunpowder was dumped.
Such a mine, at most, was just a large firecracker.
The sound was earth-shattering, but it actually had no lethality.
As Yang Fei fell, the other Evil Dragon Experts also dropped to the ground.
Under Yang Fei's careful teaching, every Evil Dragon Soldier King became a master of playing dead.
They went from not understanding to habitually and now feverishly liking this method of playing dead and sapping.
By now, this despicable combat method was ingrained in every Evil Dragon Expert's bones.
Anyone who didn't do this would have to face Yang Fei's ruthless discipline.
Perhaps the tragedy of the previous Evil Dragon Soldier Kings who innocently died had provoked Yang Fei.
Perhaps it was because of the obscenity and darkness in Yang Fei's bones.
Or maybe this strategy often kept lives safe and maximized enemy damage.
In summary, Yang Fei strongly advocated it.
Under Yang Fei's deliberate promotion, an old group of Rogues glorified it, and now it's even become an art of war.
Even the calm-tempered Three Swords and the indifferent Fan Yi, though silent, performed these actions perfectly.
Fan Yi flopped onto the ground, intelligently hiding the Triangular Military Spike under him.
The Three Swords just closed his eyes, curled up like a ball, seemingly unconscious.
As for Mad Blade, Ghost Wolf, and others, their ways of playing dead were even more incredibly varied.
Fujino Jonin came to Yang Fei and glanced coldly at him.
Yang Fei stared widely, his pupils dilated, and his majestic Big Beard covered with dust, while the smoke blackened his face.
Fujino Jonin slowly drew his Longsword, aiming it at Yang Fei.
"Even you are a hero, after you're dead, I'll give you a grand funeral."
He flicked the Longsword, causing huge sword flowers to appear, the sword edge buzzing, directly targeting Yang Fei's throat.
Lake Heart Island, Eight Gates Ninja Headquarters, Conference Hall.
Miyamoto Taro's expression turned serious and calm again.
This bunch of damn ants was ultimately feeble.
Under the ninja's pursuit, they stepped on a mine, which could also be attributed to fate.
Others looked at the screen, where Fujino Jonin and more than a dozen ninjas were finishing the enemies on the smoky battlefield, everyone sighed with relief.
The assassination task was finally completed.
Kimura Family Head stared at the screen blankly.
The guy he hated to the core was actually killed by a mine explosion, leaving him bewildered.
For unknown reasons, Kimura Family Head felt no joy, but rather something seemed amiss.
Miyamoto Taro stood up, smiling, raising a glass to everyone.
"Everyone, our fishing plan has succeeded, we can celebrate early."
The crowd all raised their glasses enthusiastically and cheered.
At this moment, Kimura Family Head suddenly screamed.
"No, danger!"
His eyes stared directly at the big screen.
His facial muscles twitched, looking worse than a ghost, seemed to witness the most terrifying thing worldwide.
Simultaneously, other Family Heads also noticed the happenings on the screen and screamed.
"Amaterasu, they've come back to life, no!"
"No!"
"Devil, stop!"
...
Amidst the screams, Miyamoto Taro sensed that something was wrong, and immediately turned.
Just as he turned, his head felt like it was hit by a big iron hammer, his expression froze, stars flashed before him.
On the big screen, he saw an unforgettable scene.
On the battlefield, dramatic changes had occurred.
A handsome young man closest, with a Triangular Military Spike in hand, pierced a ninja directly in front of him like a venomous snake.
At the ten o'clock direction, a Big Headed, short-statured guy directly stabbed a ninja in the heart with a Longsword.
A Big Beard looked like a hungry tiger attacking prey, pressing on a Chunin.
His iron fist pummeling the Chunin below.
From Miyamoto Taro's angle, the Chunin's legs could be seen, powerless, kicking at the ground.
The ground was kicking deep into two dirt pits, reminiscent of a rabbit caught by a lion, struggling before death.
Everyone widened their eyes, unable to stop gasping.
"This bunch of despicable scoundrels, weren't they all blown up by a mine?"
Everyone questioned this in their minds.
However, looking at the screen, those ruffians were using the most vicious and unscrupulous methods to massacre the ninja squad.
A profoundly disturbing answer gradually floated in everyone's hearts.
These bastards were all pretenders!
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